The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Том 3

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Стр. 197 Where is the Palmer now 2 and where The Abbess, Marmion, and Clare 2–- Bold
Douglas! to Tantallon fair They journey in thy charge: Lord Marmion rode on his
right hand, The Palmer still was with the band; Angus, like Lindesay, did ...

Стр. 200 “Nay, holy mother, nay,” Fitz-Eustace said, “the lovely Clare Will be in Lady
Angus' care, In Scotland while we stay; And, when we move, an easy ride Will
bring us to the English side, Female attendance to provide Befitting Gloster's heir;
...

Стр. 243 Far less would listen to his prayer, To leave behind the helpless Clare. Down to
the Tweed his band he drew, And muttered, as the flood they view, “The
pheasant in the falcon's claw, He scarce will yield to please a daw: Lord Angus
may the ...

Стр. 253 Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And as she stooped his brow to lave— “Is
it the hand of Clare,” he said, “Or injured Constance, bathes my head?” Then, as
remembrance rose, “Speak not to me of shrift or prayer! I must redress her woes ...

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Стр. 178 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,

Стр. 178 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.

Стр. 177 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

Стр. 234 - Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.

Стр. 232 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms and thus he spoke : " My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer, My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation stone, The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.

Стр. 177 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

Стр. 150 - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...

Стр. 252 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!